Everything was moving smoothly… until the story took a sharp turn.
The college was buzzing with excitement. Freshers’ Party announcements were pinned on every notice board. Music rehearsals echoed through the corridors, classrooms turned into practice halls, and students were busy choosing their partners.
Shrawani wanted to participate too.
But she had only one condition — she wanted to perform a traditional dance.
And that became the problem.
Most boys wanted hip-hop. Some wanted Bollywood. A few wanted freestyle. But when Shrawani asked around for a traditional partner, no one showed real interest.
“Too difficult.”
“Not my style.”
“Boring yaar.”
She didn’t argue. She simply stepped back.
That’s when Rahul found out.
Without hesitation, he walked up to her.
Rahul :- “If you’re okay… we can do it together.”
Shrawani looked at him carefully.
Shrawani :- “You know traditional dance?”
Rahul smiled confidently.
Rahul :- “You’ll be there, right?”
For a second, she couldn’t help but smile.
Shrawani :- “Fine. But one condition. No flirting. Only dance.”
Rahul raised his hands in surrender.
Rahul :- “Yes, madam. Only dance.”
And just like that, they became partners.
Days passed in practice. Rahul surprised everyone. He was serious. Focused. No silly jokes. No unnecessary touch. Just effort.
Shrawani noticed the change.
Then the night arrived.
The auditorium was glowing with lights. Loud music shook the walls. Students were dressed in their best outfits. Laughter filled the air.
Riya had been paired with Aditya. But during their performance, Aditya missed a step and accidentally pulled her off balance. She stumbled and almost fell.
Riya :- “What is wrong with you!”
She walked off the stage angrily. Aditya shrugged.
Aditya :- “Relax yaar… it’s just dance.”
Meanwhile, the announcement echoed —
“Next performance — Traditional Duo: Shrawani and Rahul.”
The lights dimmed.
Soft classical music began.
Shrawani stepped onto the stage in graceful attire, her movements calm and powerful. Rahul stood beside her, surprisingly composed.
As the rhythm built, they moved in perfect coordination.
Rahul held her hand during spins.
At one moment, his hand rested lightly on her shoulder as part of the step.
Their expressions matched the music.
The audience went silent.
Even Dr. Mehra, sitting in the front row, couldn’t look away.
But what he felt wasn’t admiration.
It was fire.
Every time Rahul touched her — even as part of choreography — something burned inside him.
His jaw tightened.
His hands clenched.
The performance ended with perfect timing.
Thunderous applause filled the hall.
Students cheered loudly.
“Best performance!”
“Outstanding!”
Shrawani and Rahul smiled at each other — proud of their effort.
But Dr. Mehra’s face remained stiff.
Backstage, when Shrawani crossed paths with him, he stopped her.
Dr. Mehra :- “I didn’t expect this from you.”
Her smile faded.
Shrawani :- “Sir… what did I do wrong?”
Dr. Mehra :- “You know what I mean. That dance… that closeness…”
She looked confused.
Shrawani :- “Sir, it was just a performance. A traditional dance.”
His voice lowered, but irritation remained.
Dr. Mehra :- “Still. You could have chosen differently.”
Now her tone became firm.
Shrawani :- “Sir, it was my decision. I wanted to perform. Rahul only helped.”
Before the conversation could grow tense, Aditya stepped closer to Dr. Mehra and whispered softly —
Aditya :- “Sir… what are you doing? She’ll feel like you’re trying to control her.”
Dr. Mehra went silent.
Shrawani didn’t wait for further explanation.
She walked away.
Dr. Mehra stood there, watching her leave.
For the first time, his jealousy had spoken louder than his logic.
And somewhere in the crowd, Rahul noticed everything.
The night that was meant to be celebration… had quietly planted a new conflict.
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